7. Cosplay


Marth looked around at the crowds, trying to find a familiar face. Hard to do when said familiar face is covered by a hood.

For this year's Anime Expo, he decided to cosplay as KAITO, and he had to admit, he was a pretty darn good one too. Not only did he look the part, he also acted and can even sing the part quite well.

Finally seeing her, he giggled a bit, crept up, and tapped her on her shoulder. She turned around, and from under the hood, he saw her smile. "Dang good KAITO we have this year, huh?" The Assassin remarked, pulling each other to a less-crowded space.

"Nervous?" He asked her, wrapping an arm around her as a way to show that no guy was going to go around and mess with her.

She nodded slightly. "It feels sorta awkward...but then again, it's my first time at a convention, and I have to admit, it is really interesting and fun. Don't they have a contest for the best cosplayer too? You should go!"

Marth smiled sheepishly. "... Maybe. But it would be so embarrassing..."


A/N:

I've changed my internet name for every single site, social or not, and yet I can't get myself to change it here on . Maybe it's because this site is like my birthplace, from that one fateful moment when I read that stupid Bakugan fanfic of Shun the Sheep back when I was... I don't know... eight? (Sadly, I can't find it anymore.)

So, here, unlike everywhere else, whereas the rest of the world knows me by "Cuan Man", I will still be addressing myself as Mark-Kris Robin Lancer here on this little (big) site where I feel most comfortable, safe, secure, and happy in. Ciao; this little girl is starting to grow up now. And now the length of the author's notes are starting rival the length of the actual content, help.